Wario scratched a bit under his mustache. “Yeah…”
He frowned a bit. He could hear the empathy in the word ‘sorry’ but it was far from a word he cared to hear. He supposed he could accept it the once, though- it was different enough from pity. Pity would’ve been inexcusable.
He wasn’t sure what to say next. Now Daisy was feeling bad for him and he didn’t want that- at the same time, though, it probably would’ve been stupid to just leave. As much as he thought he didn’t care for the girl, with any amount of respect came the teeniest hint of giving a crap.
“And with-a that… we come to the conclusion that-a life tends to suck,” he finally says.
The flower princess shuffled back to her spot, sighing. Both of them were in some kind of hole, and they just couldn’t get out. No matter how hard they tried, they both knew that they would be stuck in this coffin of depression for a very long time. Sometimes, Daisy just felt like dying. It wasn’t that she was willing to commit suicide, but she vaguely pondered the thought at times; if it would bring her closer to Luigi, then she would do it. But she didn’t know if he was dead, either.
For a moment, she thought this whole situation was a bit strange. Out of all people, the two of them were finally silent. Just silence. Daisy actually liked it for a short time. It gave her time to think. Now, because she wasn’t as social, she had all the time in the world. But upon thinking, she never knew what was going on around her. She wasn’t aware of the many attack threats placed on Sarasaland, and she wasn’t even aware of her own parents’ deaths. When she realized, she hated it; being controlled. It was one more thing to add to her list.
They had both lost loved ones, Daisy understood. Only she knew that Waluigi was dead, whereas no one knew about Luigi. There was still a hint of hope. Maybe that’s why she didn’t seem so quiet about it. She just seemed to get frantic at the mentioning of his name. Was he back? Would he ever come back? Did he die? Did he move on to Heaven or Hell?
It was these things that caused her to panic all of the time. She had become so caught up with Luigi that she began contacting oracles, ghost whispers, and even fortune tellers to try and predict the outcome of her love life. She was happy that none of the dead-related researchers had anything to say about Luigi, (which could mean that he was alive still) but she hated the fact that she didn’t know. Thus, she worried about him all of the time, and some of her servants knew it. Sometimes, she would get an odd twitch in the corner of her eye, or her knees would begin knocking together before she lost all of her balance (hence the fact that she almost fell earlier). Whatever it was, the Toads knew.
Without moving her body, or her gaze, she spoke once more, breaking the silence. “It does, it really does. And what hurts most of all is that you’re at an all-time-high in your life, and then it all comes crashing down.” Her eyes began to water. “I-It’s really not fair…”